A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with another little piece that might have a companion? Not sure, we'll see
Hope you enjoy:
Sometimes there's hurt mixed in with enough tiredness and anger to bring pinpricks of tears to his eyes.
It's the kind of sadness that's because of something in particular.
Sometimes it's a long hard day of working with difficult people, sometimes it's the voices from a bad dream. Whatever might be the cause she always knows what to do.
It starts with a warm blanket and a talk, a discussion, where she tries to convey how wrong they are and how proud she is. It hurts her to see him like this, finally break down under the weight of everything he had been keeping inside and ignoring until it built up to be too much.
It makes her mad. She knows how hard they work, how much he cares.
When it's hurt she rises above everyone else and will fight to prove them wrong. When it's hurt she loves protectively.
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Sometimes it's sadness for the sake of sadness. The kind that isn't about anything or anyone else but simply exists for its own sake. The sadness you feel simply to feel to balance life and because you know you'll be better for it.
It's the kind of sadness that's not about them, but about him.
Sometimes it's from exhaustion and sometimes it's out of the blue. However it appears she always knows what to do.
It starts with a mug of hot tea and a hug. A hug to provide comfort as tears silently roll down his cheeks. A warmth to his side and a hand tightly grasped in his. She provides her presence, a sense of calm and everlasting love.
When it's sadness she envelopes him in a bubble of comfort. When it's sadness she loves endlessly.
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Sometimes it's emotion. The kind of emotional that can be spurred by anything and everything and brings a happy shine to his eyes.
It's the kind of emotion that's a blend of everything, to simply feel.
Sometimes it's a movie they've watched, or a smile on her face. Whatever the cause she always knows what to do.
It starts with a smile and a kiss. A sweet simple kiss that pours every ounce of love she has for him into it. (He sometimes cries more at that) A laugh, a gentle push, a tickle, a look. She provides her emotions back, because as much as she might not show it (compared to him) she loves him to the moon and back a million times round.
When it's emotion she takes in and returns every feeling. When it's emotion, she loves fiercely.
A/N: So what did you think? Some protective Annabeth for you guys, some hurt/comfort. Because of course that's a part of love :)
Please Review! I'd love to hear your thoughts! And as always, thanks for reading!
See ya! :)